Angel's Pet

This will contain swearing, non-con, dark themes, beatings, slash Cas/Dean and a master/slave relationship, BDSM I guess. Really dark. If it offends you, don't read! Seriously! NC-17. You have been warned.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the SN characters. I just love to play with them.

Chapter 6

It was hours since Castiel had left, at least that's what it felt like to Dean, he had learnt not to trust his body's clock. After Dean had finished eating the angel had gone to let him sleep. He had even given him a blanket for being such a good boy. Dean hadn't slept. He didn't dare, not when he knew Cas was in the same house as him. Instead, Dean planned. This time he wasn't going to wait for a lucky way out, he was going to escape.

He had a flawless plan, kinda. If he could draw an angel banishing sigil it would give him enough time to get far enough away that the angel wouldn't be able to find him. Dean's only problem was Cas' sudden ability to sense Dean. The man had noticed, could feel their 'bond' in the corners of his consciousness when Cas checked in on him. There had to be something Cas had done to make Dean traceable by angels again and if he couldn't stop it then there was no way he could escape.

If all that wasn't enough to stop him from sleeping, Dean needed to pee. Bad. In a way, it helped him to estimate how long he had been there. His estimation of a couple of days was way out if he knew how his bladder worked. That meant he had been trapped in this basement for a day, maximum. He had a steel bladder from years on the road but had never gone a full day without a trip to the bathroom. The thought made Dean's heart cold. 24 hours and Cas already knew his deepest secret, knew what affected him the most. Dean had to get away soon, before Cas began to use it against him. He wouldn't last long enough if he waited to get away.

He shifted uncomfortably once again, trying to hold off the urge to go. He could just pee in the corner, though he was sure that there would be some rule against him doing that. Otherwise he could probably ask the angel to let him go to the toilet in return for being good.

Deciding he was out of options, Dean awkwardly cleared his throat. "Cas?" He whispered. "Uhh... Can you come down here for a sec... erm, Please?" After a moment's pause, Dean heard the familiar flutter that signalled the angel's arrival.

"Why aren't you asleep Dean?" Castiel asked, standing over Dean as he looked down at him. Dean dared to look up at the angel, glad that he didn't sound too angry for the moment.

"I, uhh- Need to use the toilet." Dean stuttered, blushing in humiliation. Cas' lips twitched in amusement before he walked over to the locked door.

For a moment Dean thought he was going to go and leave Dean to deal with it himself. Thankfully, the angel waited at the door, holding it open for his pet. "I haven't got all day." He sighed, making Dean jump into action as he scrambled towards the door. Dean was excited, the room had been suffocating him and the chance of even just a short walk had Dean eager to do anything to get out.

A hand stopped him, forming a barrier between him and the exit. "Do you think that I am going to let you upstairs after your recent behaviour?" Castiel asked, looking at him expectantly.

Deciding to play it safe, Dean shook his head and looked down at his feet as he tried his best to look scolded and upset. That seemed to do the trick and the hand fell from out of his way but Dean still didn't move. He could read the angel easily and knew that staying still was the right thing to do.

"The bathroom is next door, you will use the toilet, wash your hands and come straight back, I'm sure ten minutes will be sufficient for you to do anything you need to. If you are not back in time I will come in to get you and if you try anything, next time you will be restrained and under my supervision, understood?"

"Yeah... Yes." Dean said with a nod.

"Good, go on then." Castiel urged, giving him a quick tap on the back. Dean stepped forwards, quickly walking to the left and through the door directly next to his cell.

The room was probably half the size of Dean's room, yet still spacious enough to hold the large bath which dominated the centre of the room, sink and toilet. Everything was a pristine white glow, the walls covered with tiles so bright that they shone and hurt Dean's eyes. Worried about Castiel's warning, he quickly went to the toilet and washed his hands. There was a mirror above the sink and Dean stared at himself in shock. He looked tired and pale and overall pretty crappy with dark rings under his eyes and ghostly pale skin. He was a sight worthy of a bad horror movie.

With a sigh he walked out of the room, resigning himself to listening to the egotistical angel, at least for a little while, it looked like his body wouldn't be able to take much more. The angel nodded as Dean entered the room, maintaining his usually emotionless exterior.

"Very good." He praised, his eyes momentarily softening as he slowly inspected his pet. "Are you going to get some sleep now?" He asked, the order clear in his words.

Dean nodded once again, moving to pick up the blanket and wrap it around himself. He was still shirtless as he hadn't bothered to put it back on. It wasn't cold in his room so Dean didn't see any reason why he would need it but now, with Castiel blatantly enjoying his body, Dean wished he had.

"Come over here, Pet." Castiel said lightly, opening his arms for Dean.

Too tired to do anything else, Dean let Castiel pull him into his chest. The angel sat on the ground, pulling Dean into his lap and fussing with him for a moment as he made sure the blanket covered his pet properly.

"Get some sleep." He whispered. "You're safe with me." Castiel sighed against him, a hand petting the man idly as he cradled him in his arms.

Dean couldn't stop his tired groan as the hand scratched his scalp just right, making him melt in the angel's arms as his eyes slipped closed in his tiredness. Some part of him began to protest. He could sleep, not with the monster touching him! Dean couldn't leave himself defenceless but another well placed scratch dissolved the thoughts as the man began to drift off.

The hand drifted down over Dean neck, tracing over the collar and Dean wriggled uncomfortably, not used to the odd feeling of it around him neck yet and his skin felt itchy and hot underneath it.

"Is it uncomfortable?" Cas whispered to him.

Dean shook his head, nuzzling into Cas' chest. "Bit itchy." He grumbled tiredly. The angel let out an amused huff of breath before unclasping the collar. His hand moved to sooth his pet's skin who sighed contently at the relaxing motions.

"Goodnight my pet" Castiel whispered as Dean fell into unconsciousness, placing a fleeting kiss over his cheek.

OXOXOX

Dean stood, staring at a familiar scene in shock. He knew it had to be a dream, even as he lived it he knew what he saw couldn't be real. Dean remembered the day well, it had been almost 18 years ago and it was a beautiful summer. Their dad had left on a hunt, leaving Dean to care for Sam. Dean had always been told to never go out with Sam, no matter what but that particular day was the hottest in decades and Dean had felt as if he was cooking alive in the stuffy motel room. Thinking he was old enough to care for them both, he had took Sam out.

The motel was in the middle of nowhere and there was a lagoon surrounded by trees just outside. It was perfect. Dean was waist deep in cool water, enjoying the feel of the liquid on his burning skin as he sank deeper into the cool relief of the water. Sam ran up behind him, landing in the water with a scream and a splash that soaked Dean from head to toe.

"Be careful Sammy!" He warned playfully, splashing his little brother. Naturally, Sam splashed back and soon it escalated to a full on war, both of them diving and dodging the water as they tried to get each other.

Sam dived down into the water, disappearing into it's murky depths. Dean waited a few moments, expecting him to jump up out of the water and attempt to scare Dean but after a few seconds of waiting, Dean was getting worried.

"Sam?" Dean called, "this isn't funny, get up here!" He shouted but got no reply. He jumped forwards in a frenzy, rushing forwards to find his brother, hands flailing in the water as he tried to find him.

"Cool it, Dean!" He heard Sam shout from behind him. Dean whirled around to see his drenched brother sitting at the edge of the water, feet splashing in the shallows.

Dean took a deep, calming breath, trying to tell his body that Sammy was fine and to relax but his heart was beating in his throat and his breathing was erratic.

"Shit, Sam! You scare the hell outta me." He blurted out, jumping out of the water to sit next to his brother.

"You worry too much." Sam sighed, his childish ignorance easily forgetting the dangers of the world around them.

"Let's go home Sammy, it's getting late."

"We only just got here, can't we swim a little more. I like it when it's just us and Dad ain't here to make everything boring."

"Don't talk about Dad that way, Sammy!" Dean snapped reflexively. "You know he tries his best now let's go."

"But-" Sam started but was cut off by a warning glare from his brother. "Fine." He muttered, dragging his feet as he slowly started to make his way back to the motel.

Feeling bad for shouting at Sam, Dean walked forwards and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "Don't be angry. You know it's hard for us but I know that one day you can do anything you want. Your the smartest-est person I know and you can be like the most famous doctor in the whole world one day!" He smiled.

"I don't want to be a doctor, Dean." He said, a small smile spreading across his lips, too.

"Well whatever it is you want to do, you can do it and you will be the god-damn best at it."

"You really think so?"

"Of course, Sammy. When have I ever lied to you? I'm gonna keep you safe now and you're gonna grow up and become the smartest guy in the universe!" Dean exaggerated, holding his brother close.

They walked in a comfortable silence for the rest of the way, staying close to one another until they reached to door of their room. Just before Dean opened the door, the black impala glimmered in the sunlight, catching Dean's gaze.

"Dad's home." He whispered, unable to take his eyes off the car.

"Are we gonna get in trouble Dean?" Sam asked, fear leaking into his voice.

"You're not. This is my fault and I'm gonna take all the blame for this, you hear?" Sam nodded his head shakily in understanding. "You're gonna go straight to your room and not make a sound." Dean whispered just as he opened the door.

John had obviously been waiting for them. He was sat on a chair facing the door, cleaning the gun in his lap and not paying any attention to his sons. Yet. Sam disappeared into the other room, sending Dean a thankful smile which he hesitantly returned.

As soon as the door was closed, Dean stepped forwards to face his father, only finding the strength to do it because he knew he was helping Sam. Even though John would never hurt them and Dean would have to face much scarier things to save his brother in the future, Dean knew that he would do anything to save his brother and, even at that young age, he knew that one day he would happily die for him.

OXOXOX

Dean woke with his usual panic. Scrambling to pull the blanket away from him so he could move. His eyes darted around the room, running on pure instinct but finding nothing. Dean fell back onto the blanket, still tired and very sick of his sudden awakenings.

He pulled the blanket back over himself with a deep yawn. He could easily go back to sleep, the blanket was so big that Cas had managed to roll some of it into a pillow and fold the rest for Dean to lie on, making it much more comfortable than the hard floor that he usually slept on. For a moment Dean was touched by the angel's care before he remembered all the horrible things he had done to him and the hatred for the monster returned.

Dean closed his eyes once again, prepared to get more sleep when the memory of his dream pushed to the forefront of his mind. Dean sighed as it came back to him, he hated himself for not thinking of Sam more, he had died and Dean had pushed it to the bottom of the pile instead of mourning his death or working out a way to get his brother back and make the world right again.

It seemed like worlds away from the place he was now and he wanted it back so bad. Back to when Castiel was the awkward angel, perched on his shoulder and ready to protect Dean, no matter what and his brother wasn't dead or doped up on demon blood, he was just Sam but nothing in his life was ever the way he wanted it to be. That's why he had to fight so hard to get it back and he was going to fight, he decided. Dean was going to get out, find his brother again and find the beautiful angel he once knew and then they were going to end Lucifer like they should have done more than 6 months ago.

Dean may have had his goals all sorted but no matter how unreachable or unrealistic they were, he couldn't get there without a plan, something he was sorely lacking in. Dean sighed, sitting up again in his makeshift bed. Once again his mind was whirling, trying to find ways to escape. Then it hit him. He could still make the sigil, there had to be razor blades or something sharp in the bathroom next to him. Dean hadn't had time to look around but it had seemed stocked with everything someone would need.

Trying to stop himself from jumping with glee, Dean thought through his plan. It wouldn't be easy but nothing he did ever was. He could do this, just one last thing to sort; Cas' ability to know where he was. Dean's hand immediately came to the collar that was resting around his neck once again. When Cas had taken it off he had seen some odd writing on the inside and had felt different, like when Cas had carved the symbols into his ribs. Was that it? Could it just be the collar that was stopping him from escaping.

It seemed to simple and Dean needed to experiment but that meant that Cas had to take it off again and that meant that Dean had to be extra-specially good but so long as he could get out, Dean couldn't care less.

Just as he finally felt appeased, there was a light knock on the door that was probably Claire.

"Come in." He called a little hoarsely, clearing his throat as she walked in.

"Good morning." She chimed, expecting some kind of insult as a response.

"Good morning." Dean answered, smiling at her as she walked into the room, a tray once again in her arms and Dean's stomach rumbled responding to the knowledge that there was food on that tray.

Claire instantly froze, her body going rigid and all kindness leaving her eyes, being replaced by suspicion and malice. "What do you want?" She asked, stepping back so she was closer to the door.

"I didn't mean anything by it, I swear! I don't want anything. I just think it's a good morning." Dean said, trying to reassure the woman.

"I'm sure you can understand why I don't trust your sudden change of heart." Claire said, still not moving towards the man.

"Wow, and I thought I was paranoid." He muttered to himself, though the offended woman obviously heard. "I'm sure I can prove that I do not want to hurt you. I'm not sure where that would get me, anyway."

"Arms behind your back and stay sat on the floor." She ordered and Dean sighed but obeyed without any hesitation, clasping his hands behind his back.

She slowly made her way forwards, never taking her eyes off the hunter. When she got to within a few meters of him, she placed the tray on the ground and gently pushed it forwards with her foot. Dean stayed still the whole time, feeling slightly awkward under her penetrating gaze.

"Right then." She said once she'd retreated to a safe distance. "I hope you have a nice breakfast."

"Wait one sec." Dean called as she started to pull open the door.

"What?" She almost snapped at him.

"Is this really breakfast or is it stupid o'clock in the morning or afternoon or something. I know I said I didn't want anything but I think it would be nice if I could actually figure out how long I've been here 'cause this room is really starting to mess with my head and I never would want to hurt you 'cause you seem real nice and I know you like me a little 'cause you got that bread for me and you always make me food." He rambled endlessly.

She sighed and looked at the bracelet around her wrist, instantly revealing it to be a watch. "It's 5am and if you must know I had to get up early to make you that because master felt you stirring about 20 minutes before you woke up."

"Does he ever sleep?" Dean sighed, mainly to himself. He had admittedly never seen the angel sleeping.

"Not that I know. Master's usually too busy doing work though he ain't been doing much of that recently, that's unfortunately left him with plenty of free time." She complained, unconsciously relaxing around Dean.

"And I'm sorry about the waking up early thing." Dean tagged on.

"Don't worry about it, Master's had me up at all hours of the night asking for really odd things to get done. He's a bit weird like that."

Dean could help but chuckle at that, at least Cas hadn't lost all of his oddness. "I know how you feel." He said with a sad smile, once again thinking back to the simpler times when all he had to worry about was the end of the world. "Come and sit down." He suggested, patting the floor next to him as he pulled the tray onto his lap, inspecting his breakfast. He had a bacon and sausage and egg sandwich, covered with grease and cooked just the way he liked it with a mug of black coffee at the side.

"Do you think I'm a idiot?" She asked, staying on the far side of the room.

"C'mon, I don't bite and I hate sitting around on my own, I'm definitely not going to hurt you if it gets me a bit of company."

"Well maybe you ain't but I'd be stupid to just trust whatever you say."

"Pretty please." He begged, looking up at her with his best puppy dog expression as he clasped his hands back behind him.

"Fine." She sighed, finally walking over to him. "But if you try anything funny, Master-"

"Will torture me, make my life a living hell. Been there, done that." He sighed, leaning back against the wall. "But let's talk about something else."

"Like what?" She asked, once again becoming suspicious of him.

"Like you. How you got here and stuff like that."

"It's a long story that's not that interesting." She muttered, instantly shying away from the man.

"Hey, I can't judge. Seriously. After all the shit I've done in my life I have no room to claim someone else went wrong." He reassured her.

Of course Dean was mainly being nice because of his new plan but it was partly because he honestly liked her, too. She had obviously drawn the short end of the stick a few too many times and was making the best of a bad situation, one Dean was quite curious about to say the least. He didn't know exactly what Cas was making her do but at least she had a roof over her head which Dean was quick to assume that had been a rarity in the past.

"23 years ago, I was born in some town I don't know Oregon" Dean wanted to comment on how she looked older than that, or that he had wondered where her accent was from but stayed silent, taking a bite from the sandwich to stop himself from talking. "My family travelled around, we weren't rich and they struggled to get a job. There was just me with them and I was dragged around as a last thought, they never really thought anything special of me.

"When I was 15 my Dad died from a car accident and my Mum was forced to look after us both. Things got worse, we ended up on the streets sometimes and we had to go hungry. At 18 I decided I was old enough to manage myself and knew my Mum would manage better without me so I split. We parted ways without as much as a 'see you soon'. I finally got myself all the way to Kansas before I ran out of money. I walked into a diner, asked for a job, said I'd work cheap and the guy said yes. He let me sleep in the flat above it and he gave me money for food and clothes whilst he taught me how to cook and clean and do all the odd jobs he needed."

"Sounds tough." Dean interrupted suddenly, catching the woman's steely gaze.

"People have it harder." She said. "That's what my Pa always told me. Anyway, those were the best 3 years of my life, he was kind and never tried anything with me. Unfortunately, the man was too nice, a do-gooder and his business went bankrupt and I had to leave. I spent the last year of my free life wandering around Kansas, admittedly got up to some questionable stuff."

"And then it all kicked off." Dean finished, the regret once again taking over as he realised that he had hurt so many people because he hadn't fulfilled his destiny.

"It was scary." She continued. "Many people didn't believe or understand it at first. Some people believed it was the apocalypse. There were religious nuts preaching everywhere and riots breaking out. I was stuck in the middle of it. I didn't know what to believe, I ain't been religious but ain't smart either so all I did was hide.

"Soon it was all over the news, mass killings and monsters taking over. When they got to my town I was shit scared. Demons overran it and had taken over within days, killing anyone who fought against them. Master was the leader of that group, found me hiding and took me in. Told me that he needed someone to tend his house and I told him I was the perfect girl for the job."

"So you were scared and alone. A complete stranger comes in a says he wants you as slave labour... and you agree?" Dean asked in half disbelief and half amazement.

"People had been killed by these creatures before my eyes and I wanted to survive. Over the years I had learnt to be an opportunist. If work meant that I get food and shelter then I was all for it. He stated his terms, said if I didn't follow them or didn't do a good enough job then I'd go back onto the streets and most probably be killed."

"Class guy." Dean muttered, starting on the coffee after finishing his breakfast.

"Stop doing that." She warned him in annoyance.

"Doing what?"

"Expecting the worst of people, sometimes good things come out of bad situations. Like here, for example. I'm safe, better treated than I ever have been. He's actually teaching me stuff that I need to know and looking after the place really isn't that much work." She got up after that, beginning to walk towards the door. She hesitated for a moment, then, looking back uncertainly. "Master will be down again soon, please don't be so hard on him. Not everything is black and white like you think, sometimes you need to do bad things, unforgivable things, to do good."

She left Dean, quickly escaping the room with her last words on his mind. She couldn't have meant anything by it, Dean tried to reassure himself. She was just trying to mess with his head.

Either way, Dean didn't have much time to think about it as the door opened seconds later. Dean instinctively flinched as his eyes met the angel's, a smirk growing on the monster's face at his reaction.

"Hello, Pet." He laughed sadistically as he walked towards the man. "I hope you're ready to play."

I know, I was going to put in some action but just this intro bit took up 8 whole pages... yeah, I wrote too much so I thought 'why not leave it till the next chapter?'. Anyway, comments will make me upload it faster!